Chapter 77 A Handmade
Sweater Matthew had clearly seen Elizabeth remove his shirt last night with his own eyes. She’s trying to push the blame on Ms. Elliott.
He smirked knowingly and shot her a glance. Suspicion flitted through his piercing gaze. “I remember seeing you take it off last night,” he insisted. His accusation caused Elizabeth to blush. D*mn it!
The gears in her mind turned, and she explained, “You must have imagined You had a lot to drink last night, after all. Ms. Elliott was the one who took off your clothes for you. She even wiped your body. It would have been too awkward for me to do these things otherwise.” Elizabeth admirably kept her composure as she lied through her teeth. Matthew deepened his scrutiny.
Suddenly, he pulled off the covers and stood up. Elizabeth’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of his cut figure. Her eyes strayed to the region of his manhood, and she barely stopped herself from gaping. Isn’t this too much? She hurriedly spun around and stammered, “I washed and dried your clothes for you. Just wait here while I get them for you.”
Elizabeth practically sprinted from the bedroom to the balcony. She grabbed his clothes from the laundry rack and draped them over her arm. Her brows scrunched in confusion as she stared at the clothes. Why are they so crumpled?
She belatedly realized that all his clothes were custom-made, and water was their biggest enemy. His clothes needed gentle dry-cleaning, and they could not withstand the rough tumbling of the washing machine.
Elizabeth checked the labels on his clothes and stumbled backward in horror. Dear God! This set is worth hundreds of thousands! I can’t believe I ruined them! Is he going to make me pay him back for this? She closed her eyes in exasperation.
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